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For anyone interested in reading the rest of the novel go to this link (69-end)
It starts where the chrysanthemum group left off and goes til the end. Just found it today so thought I'd share in case anyone following this account wants to keep reading and hasn't found this yet 😊
With 102 posted the main storyline has ended! 🎉🎉However there's still an epilogue left. Like vol 4 is only half way translated at this point and there's another volume after that lol
Hope you're enjoying the chapters~~
Chapter 102
Seon Hayeon.
It's been so long since Wooyeon heard that, that it has already faded into the back of his mind. A name he'd only heard a few times, and even when he did, he didn't feel compelled to memorize it.
Suhyang continued to talk about Hayeon for quite some time. The sequence was all over the place. She'd say one thing and then abruptly cut to another. Wooyeon didn't miss a single word of Suhyang's faded memories.
'She was too weak to travel very far.'
Hayeon was described as pale and skinny. It wasn’t that her family was poor, but her illness took its toll. She was almost bankrupt and ready to give up on life when she met Suhyang.
‘There was strong opposition at home, but I couldn't see it at the time.’
What began at the tender age of seventeen continued until they were both in their twenties. First as friends, then as lovers, and finally as spouses with a promised future.
'I only moved in with Hayeon after she got pregnant with you.'
Until then, Suhyang believed everything would be fine. They had already registered their marriage, and Hayeon's chronic illness could be cured with hundreds of millions of won. What Suhyang overlooked was the fundamental difference in the environments in which she and Hayeon had lived.
'I was stupid. At that time, I thought that the best thing to do was to inherit the company as soon as possible. I was so busy taking care of the future that I couldn't see the present right in front of me.'
Hayeon withered under Suhyang's indifference and excessive media attention. Unable to cope with being scrutinized for her every move, she gradually retreated into the house.
'I wasn't the one who locked Hayeon up.'
By the time Suhyang realized that her illness was not getting better, it was too late. No amount of treatment could help her because she was unwilling to get better on her own. As the month of her due date drew nearer, Hayeon continued to wither away.
'If she hadn't met me, she might have lived happily.'
The end of a relationship that she thought was fate was cruel enough to be irreversible. Hayeon died before she could give birth to Wooyeon, and skillful doctors saved his life. Suhyang gave Wooyeon the “Seon” surname, but she couldn't look him in the face since he looked exactly like Hayeon.
'There's nothing in the world that money can't buy, except bringing the dead back to life.'
After losing the person she loved, Suhyang didn't want to lose her child either. She was afraid that someone might be greedy and since she couldn't even hold him properly, she decided to keep him hidden. It wasn't hard for her to erase Hayeon's traces or to make it seem like Wooyeon didn't exist.
'I couldn't protect her, so I just wanted to protect you.'
Suhyang said that she truly loved Hayeon. It wasn't 'I loved you.' It was 'I love you.' Wooyeon had no idea how big that love was. He didn’t rashly define how the love that had lost its target was twisted and expressed.
'To you... I owe you an apology.'
A woman who has never bent to anyone in her life. Arrogant, high-pressure, and a typical chaebol, it must have been very difficult for her to say sorry. Perhaps that was why the apology she uttered was so awkward.
'I'm sorry.'
Of course, Wooyeon didn’t say it was okay. It was never okay, so there was nothing he could do. He had no intention of making her heart feel at ease, even with a lie.
'Why you're apologizing all of a sudden, I don't know.'
It was a natural question for Wooyeon. It was a rift of emotions that had built up for 20 years. Wasn’t it too sudden to end it in the time it took for the rainy season to pass?
“So, why did you come to my house?”
Dohyun gently stroked Wooyeon's hair as they lay side by side. He ran his fingers through his tangled hair and then covered the nape of his neck with his palm. Wooyeon shrugged and shook his head.
“We've made a deal. I'll move back out when second semester starts. I'll live close to the school and attend college properly."
"Won't it be dangerous?"
“I think there will be more bodyguards.”
After finishing their conversation, Wooyeon got in Secretary Yoon's car and returned to Dohyun. Secretary Yoon had witnessed everything that had happened that day, but she hadn't said anything about it. Well, that must be why she has stayed by Suhyang's side for so long.
"She says she's sorry, but people don't change easily. If that were true, I wouldn't have had to fight with you, Hyung."
The feeling was so strange that it couldn't be expressed in words. If something feels refreshing, it feels refreshing, if it feels uncomfortable, it feels uncomfortable. Since nothing changed right away, it didn't feel real. Dohyun stared blankly at Wooyeon and then pulled him into his arms.
"Well... They say the way to become close with a family that doesn't get along is to stay far away."
"Are you talking about your experience?"
“Half of it.”
A faint pheromone lingered at the tip of his nose. Maybe it was because he had smelled Suhyang's, but now he felt relieved. How could pheromones be this good? Wooyeon wrapped his arms around Dohyun's waist, thinking to himself.
“I didn't realize those two were so in love.”
Wooyeon had heard about Hayeon from their employees. The gossip they shared as they walked around the house was very noticeable to the young Wooyeon's ears.
The stories of how the vice president had brought in a poor Omega, and how she was so obsessed with her that she ended up killing her. Dohyun's words of how he would end up like that Omega, were still fresh in his mind.
“I can't imagine it. The President was in love with someone."
“Me neither.”
Ji Suhyang's lover. Even though she was his mother, Wooyeon couldn't imagine it at all. Even the expressions he had seen for a moment were erased as if his brain had rejected them.
“Seonsaeng-nim.”
“....”
“Sunbae.”
“....”
“Hyung.”
“Yeah, what?”
Wooyeon chuckled and buried his face in Dohyun's arms. In the past, whenever he needed to, he would call him "Seonsaeng-nim," but now he only responded to being called "Hyung."
“It's just... Thank you.”
“You have nothing to be grateful for.”
There were many things that wouldn't have changed if Dohyun hadn't been there. For example, Wooyeon's middle school days, the way he thought, and even his attitude toward Suhyang.
“This and that...”
“This and that?”
“...You said you called my mom.”
'...I got a call. From that kid.'
It was obvious who that kid was. There was only one person in the world who would dare to call Suhyang and ask about Wooyeon's story.
'I wasn't the only one who lost a family member, but I found out too late. And I didn't even know that I would hear it from someone other than my family.'
She looked so sorry. Suhyang, who didn't seem like she'd bleed even if you pricked her with a needle, smiled bitterly, which was unusual for her.
'Now it's just you and me... If I asked you to come back home, would you?'
It was a shameless question. Naturally, Wooyeon laughed and shook his head. It might not be Suhyang who locked Hayeon up, but she was the one who locked Wooyeon up.
“...I.”
Dohyun hesitated for a long moment. Then he tightened his arm around Wooyeon and spoke without confidence.
"I thought I was providing you with a refuge."
The word "refuge" didn't sound very positive. The gentle tone that followed was the same.
"I thought I was adding fuel to the fire by telling you to stay at my house."
Perhaps Dohyun thought he had caused this. He wondered if he'd made a big deal out of things that would otherwise pass quietly. He said it so affectionately.
“I hadn't thought of that...”
Wooyeon opened his mouth slowly, choosing his words in his head. Of course, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought of Dohyun's house the day he left the main house. It's also true that he took his steps quickly because he had a place to run away to.
“It was just an excuse.”
However, even if it wasn't for Dohyun, it would have happened someday. It was just that the timing was a little bit earlier, because Wooyeon always wanted to get away from there.
Dohyun watched Wooyeon and slowly rubbed his back.
“I'm sure the President would agree.”
“....”
“Even without me, she would have apologized someday.”
His breathing was even. The heartbeat he could hear in his ears was calm and gentle.
“So don't think it's all my fault.”
The words hit the nail on the head. He thought it was all Dohyun's fault, and he must have noticed. It was too subtle for anyone else but Kim Dohyun to notice.
“...Shall we go on a trip?”
“A trip?”
Wooyeon's first love that he had never forgotten. He was his comfort, his salvation, and now his refuge.
“The rainy season is ending today, so it would be nice to go somewhere and play.”
Four years ago, he and Dohyun had broken up before the seasons changed twice. The brief transition from spring to summer. A period when it didn't even rain ten times. In that moment, Wooyeon seeped into Dohyun like a spring rain.
“Domestic is good, or overseas is good...”
The relationship that ended before the rainy season began now continued after it ended. Perhaps, Dohyun would be by Wooyeon's side even when the seasons changed again.
“Anything is good if Hyung is there.”
His heart fluttered in his chest. Dohyun let out a ticklish laugh and nodded slowly. The answer that he'd like it anywhere was full of affection for Wooyeon.
"I like you too, Yeon-ah."
It was the same answer, but Wooyeon didn't point it out. Instead, he just closed his eyes as he kissed him.
Even after the rainy season ended, Wooyeon still permeated him. The dark clouds that had been bothering his heart had now disappeared without a trace. It was a night when it no longer rained and he wasn't alone.
Alpha Trauma
-fin.
Chapter 101
Wooyeon felt like vomiting and pressed his temples. The large study room was thick alpha pheromones and woody scents. An Alpha, who fit in well with the heavy space, sat on the couch across from him.
“Tea?”
“...No, thanks.”
He hadn't spoken to Suhyang in four years. She was the mother he had shared his entire life with, but she was also a stranger to him. Dohyun, who hadn't known him gradually realized his true feelings after spending a few days together, but Suhyang seemed she would not know them even after several years.
“Just tell me what you want.”
Wooyeon, who had just received a call from Suhyang, pretended not to know and was very nervous. As Dohyun had said, he wondered if something had happened. For example, an accident, an illness, or other unavoidable risks. Of course, Suhyang, who has a string of bodyguards and no less than three doctors, would avoid even those.
“Yeah... I guess I should.”
Luckily, Suhyang's call wasn't about a grim accident; she simply asked for his schedule and asked him to stop by the main house if he didn't mind. Wooyeon could have ignored her and pretended he didn't know her, but Dohyun's words caught him off guard.
‘If you want to start over, you have to finish it completely. Just like you and me.'
Why did he have to use such an example? Wooyeon couldn't argue with him, so he said he'd go see Suhyang.
It was a shaky answer, but it was enough to make Dohyun look relieved.
“....”
“....”
Silence fell again. It was a silence that had never left the study since Wooyeon had entered the study. Even while they were talking, the awkward silence continued to hover around them.
“...If you have nothing to say, I'll leave.”
Wooyeon couldn't stand the air and rose from his seat. He thought he had been polite enough, but Ji Suhyang's stare sharpened.
“No, we haven't talked yet.”
She still had a high-pressure attitude. Wooyeon thought it might have changed if she'd called first, but he'd known her too long to expect such a miracle. As soon as he realized that, he laughed.
"I thought you called to apologize."
Knowing that it couldn't be true, why did he have vain hopes? The only absurd thing in his life was falling in love with Seonsaeng-nim, and that was enough.
"I was stupid. My mom wasn't the kind of person who would do that."
Wooyeon spat that out and grabbed the umbrella he had placed next to him. He didn't feel bad anymore, he just hoped it wouldn't rain on the way home. It was raining when he arrived at the main house, so the chances of it stopping in the evening during the rainy season were very low.
“Please have call Secretary Yoon from now on. If mom's number pops up on my phone...”
“Wooyeon.”
“....”
Suddenly, Wooyeon stopped walking, because the words that came out of her mouth were very unfamiliar. Not 'Seon Wooyeon', but 'Wooyeon'. It was even weirder than when Kang Junsung called his name.
“...Please say something.”
Without realizing it, Wooyeon had given Suhyang another chance. It was better to hear what she had to say than to go home like this. Luckily, she gave a reason he'd heard many times before.
“I only wanted to protect you.”
“That's not protection.”
Wooyeon’s answer was also something he had already said once. As if she had fully expected that, this time she brought up a completely unfamiliar name.
“Hayeon.”
Her voice was filled with longing. Her gaze, which seemed like it would never break, collapsed at just the mention of her name. Suhyang, who had been furrowing her brows, opened her mouth in a suppressed voice.
“Your mom... She named you Wooyeon.”
It was the first time Wooyeon had heard that. He had never asked her the origin of his name. Suhyang smiled bitterly as she watched him sit mesmerized.
“Technically, I should say Taemyeong.”
next chapter
Chapter 100
There is nothing more fragile than a tower that has not been carefully constructed. A balance that is not known how to be maintained is bound to be ruined by a single insignificant foreign substance. The relationship between Wooyeon and Suhyang was a tightrope walk that could break at any moment.
A day where there was nothing left but a way out. Even after that day passed, the rainy season continued for a long time.
Wooyeon stayed at Dohyun's house, and Suhyang did not contact him at all. Was he the kind of person who would be upset over something like this? It was such a desolate situation that Wooyeon wondered about that.
“Which one of them do you think is me?”
“Uh... this one?”
“Wow, that’s right.”
Wooyeon woke up in the early afternoon and looked at the yearbook with Dohyun. Doyun had promised to show it to him someday, but somehow it had gotten delayed.
“You look really good in your uniform.”
Dohyun's head stood out among the uniformed students. He said that because he grew up so quickly, he always sat in the back row at school. Wooyeon looked at the photo, thinking that he would like to see him in uniform one day.
It wasn't until a few days later that Wooyeon got a call. He was having a late dinner with Dohyun, and the topic of conversation was the rainy season. Wooyeon checked his cell phone that had been lying face down on the table and his expression hardened.
“What's wrong?”
The call was from Suhyang. “Mom,” the caller's name was so unfamiliar that it made his head spin. She always sent her calls through Secretary Yoon, so this was the first time he'd gotten a direct call.
“Call...”
Wooyeon stared at the phone, unable to think about answering. While he was thinking about it, the phone went dead. But it wasn't long before the phone started ringing again.
"Aren't you going to answer?"
Dohyun asked lightly, but Wooyeon didn't respond easily. What could a phone call do? His throat went dry as he tried to figure that out.
It was the words that came out of Dohyun's mouth that made him answer the phone.
“Something could have happened.”
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Chapter 99
The high walls were always magnificent, but doubled in grandeur on rainy days. The steady stream of rain soaked the dark-colored bricks and left traces. The blackened water marks seemed like Wooyeon's inner thoughts.
“Be careful.”
Dohyun drove Wooyeon home as soon as he hung up the phone. He didn't forget to put Wooyeon's birthday present in a clean shopping bag and give it to him. Wooyeon stood at the gate, looking like a livestock being led to the slaughterhouse.
“I don't want to go...”
It wasn’t like they'd never see each other again, but the separation was too regrettable. The feeling that he would be alone again once he passed this gate also played a part. He could leave if he wanted to since he wasn’t being held hostage, but the thought of going in on his own two feet didn’t feel good.
“We can see each other again tomorrow.”
Dohyun softened his voice and gently cupped Wooyeon's cheek. It seemed like he was trying to make him feel better, but it only amplified his regret.
“I'll leave after you go in."
Wooyeon sighed and turned away. He had no choice but to enter the password, but before he could even touch it, he heard a mechanical sound. Beep, the security system disarmed, and the gate swung open with a heavy thud.
Squeak, through the open doorway, Wooyeon saw a person dressed entirely in black. Her hair was slicked back and she wore a black suit that made her look like a lion at night. If it weren't for the umbrella that Secretary Yoon was holding over her head, she could have been a ghost.
“Where have you been...”
Suhyang opened her mouth slowly with a tired face. She was always sharp, but today she seemed to be particularly on edge. The pheromones were so strong that it was hard to breathe even from a few steps away.
“...Welcome back.”
Wooyeon spoke for Suhyang. He had just returned, but strictly speaking, Suhyang had been away from home longer. She looked back and forth between Wooyeon and Dohyun, then squeezed the corners of her eyes tiredly.
“It's late.”
It wasn't that late. It was still bright outside, thanks to the longer days. Besides, it wasn't dinner time yet.
“You should be home on a day like today. Do you really need me to call to tell you I'm looking for you?”
Wooyeon bit his lip hard and stepped through the gate.
A day like today. It definitely wouldn't mean his birthday. What if it was the anniversary of the death of his omega mother, whom Suhyang knew and whose face Wooyeon couldn't even remember?
“I just went out for a while.”
“I heard you've been gone since yesterday.”
Suhyang took the umbrella from Secretary Yoon and nodded toward Wooyeon. Secretary Yoon walked over to him familiarly and unfolded an umbrella. Wooyeon glanced back at Dohyun and spoke in a voice that sounded almost like a whisper.
“Thank you for taking me home.”
If the front door closed like this, the fun day would end here. Inside the house where all the employees have left work, he would eat cold seaweed soup and open gifts from people he didn’t even know. Just like every year, without hearing a single sound from anyone.
“....”
Dohyun watched Suhyang and Wooyeon with an expressionless face. Wooyeon walked away, but he stood there and didn’t turn around. As if he had something to say.
“You should go too.”
Suhyang said that and turned around without hesitation. The coldness in her voice was as cold as frost. As she continued walking, Suhyang sighed and added.
“Do you think I came all the way here because I didn’t know what day it was?”
Wooyeon felt a lump in his throat at those words. The emotions that had been suppressed suddenly poured out. Wooyeon lowered his head and opened his mouth in a self-deprecating manner.
“What day...”
The voice that spoke those words was barely enough to be buried in the rain. If the rain hadn't let up, no one would have heard. But Suhyang heard it clearly and spoke coldly.
“Seon Wooyeon.”
Just three letters, and his whole body reacted. The words he'd meant to say died in his throat, as they always did.
"Don't act so childishly. Not today."
Just like it always was. That's what he thought.
She said she'd listen to him, but now she's talking like it's not possible today.
“....”
Wooyeon bit his lower lip and looked up. It was still raining, and Secretary Yoon was still holding his umbrella. Seeing Suhyang's face covered with fatigue and stress, Wooyeon clenched his fists.
“Ah...”
Everything seemed to have turned to mud. As fun as last night was, today was even more of a mess. The good mood was completely ruined, and his excited heart felt like it was being stabbed with something sharp.
“I really hate this, now.”
With those words, Wooyeon took a step. Not toward the house, but toward the gate where Dohyun stood.
“Seon Wooyeon!”
Wooyeon didn't stop walking at Suhyang's call, and he didn't see the robotic Secretary Yoon panic. He only saw Dohyun and walked over to him and tugged on his arm.
“Let's go, I'm not going home.”
“What do you think you're doing!”
Suhyang shouted angrily, rushing toward Wooyeon. The umbrella she was holding had already fallen to the ground. She was about to grab Wooyeon's arm, Dohyun blocked the gap between Suhyang and Wooyeon.
“President, wait a minute.”
“Move.”
“President.”
“Didn't you hear me?”
As much as Wooyeon had inherited her genes, Suhyang was also a rare dominant. The pheromones that flowed out were so strong that they could be felt even over his shoulder. Nevertheless, Dohyun calmly hid Wooyeon behind him.
“Please calm down.”
His voice was calmer than ever. Dohyun completely blocked out Suhyang's pheromones and tightly gripped Wooyeon's hand. The warmth of his palm was comforting, if only slightly.
"Don't interfere and get out of the way. This is between Wooyeon and I."
Suhyang squeezed the corners of her eyes and glared at Dohyun fiercely. Her eyes, like those of a beast, lacked the composure to be on the right side. From the moment she opened the front gate, she had only given off a sensitive and anxious impression.
“I'll move out of the way, in just a little bit...”
“Kim Dohyun.”
It was a single name filled with pheromones. Dohyun instinctively shut his mouth tightly. Soon, Suhyang spoke in a flat voice.
"I have nothing to say to you, who doesn't even know what a parent is."
“Mom!”
Those words were very cruel. Even Wooyeon, who was quietly listening, was hurt, but Dohyun answered without even blinking.
"Not sure why. I've had four when others only have two."
Suhyang remained silent with an unreadable expression. It was probably because of her mood, but she also looked a bit sorry. Dohyun turned his head and sighed, then spoke in a polite tone.
"Not today, let's talk tomorrow."
“....”
"In this situation, we can't even have a conversation."
This time, Suhyang couldn't refute right away. She just gritted her teeth and slowly opened her mouth.
“Not any other day, but today...”
"Today is Wooyeon's birthday."
Suhyang wasn't the only one who stopped moving. Wooyeon was also taken aback by the sudden mention of his name, and Dohyun's voice was as calm as ever.
“It's the President's son's birthday, today.”
Wooyeon doesn't know why, in that moment, the emotions he'd been holding in came out, or why he felt like he was about to burst into tears.
“While you were out, Wooyeon was home alone watching it rain all day in this big house.”
“....”
“President, it's a wonderful day when your son is born, but you don't congratulate him. I don't want him to think he shouldn't have been born.”
Suhyang pursed her lips wordlessly. Her eyes, shaking without focus, looked shocked. Wooyeon clutched Dohyun's collar in his hand and leaned his forehead against his back.
“That's enough.”
The rain, which had gotten heavier again, fell noisily between them. The sound of Dohyun's heartbeat was clear to Wooyeon as well. No tears flowed, but the pent-up frustration burst forth.
“Stop, Seonsaeng-nim.”
It was a plea mixed with tears. Dohyun turned his head as soon as he heard those words. He covered his eyes with one hand, and it was obvious that he was also very upset. Wooyeon stood there for a long moment before raising his head to look at Suhyang.
“Rather...”
“....”
“You should take me with you to visit mother's grave.”
She didn't answer. The three rain-soaked people remained silent, each in their own way. Wooyeon tugged on Dohyun's arm and led the way outside the gate.
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Chapter 98
The repercussions of the request were devastating. Wooyeon was tormented by Dohyun on the bed all night without even wiping off the water. At first, he held onto the pillow and groaned, then he held onto the sheets and cried. The act of going back and forth between fear and pleasure barely ended at dawn.
Wooyeon woke up just as the sun was reaching the middle of the sky. The sound of trickling rain shook him out of his slumber. He gently lifted his eyelids to reveal a sky filled with dark clouds.
“...Ah.”
Wooyeon opened his mouth, and a hoarse voice came out. He blinked lazily, watching the rain trickle against the window. How many condoms did they use last night? As he thought this, a gentle voice spoke down to him.
“Did you sleep well?”
The man who had been tormenting Wooyeon all night stroked his hair with a loving touch. He kissed his cheek, close to his ear, and pulled him into his arms. He rolled over and snuggled into Dohyun's arms.
“Your eyes are all puffy.”
Dohyun had a big smile on his face making him wonder what was so good about it. Unlike Wooyeon who was swollen, his face was smooth and clean. Wooyeon, who was feeling bad for no reason, lightly bit the hand that was on his cheek.
“Ouch.”
It didn't hurt, it was just a polite gesture. The funny thing was, Wooyeon was amused by the joke.
“What time is it?”
“It’s a little past 1. My throat is so sore, what should I do?”
“If you were like this...”
Wooyeon replied curtly and buried his face in his chest. Unlike Wooyeon who was wearing a large T-shirt, Dohyun was wearing only a pair of black briefs. It seemed like he had dressed Wooyeon while he was sleeping, but he hadn’t put on his own clothes.
'It's warm...'
Maybe because they were under the blanket, the part where their bare skins touched was hot. It felt like if he closed his eyes, he would slip back into a dream. However, Dohyun didn't let Wooyeon easily fall into the abyss of sleep.
“I have a birthday present for you...”
His ears perked up. He'd gotten gifts from Garam and Sungyu (bath salts and a cell phone case), but Dohyun's was different.
“...What's the gift?”
Wooyeon's eyelids lifted slightly. Dohyun chuckled at the honest reaction. He interlocked his fingers with Wooyeon's left hand and brought his hand up to his face.
“This.”
His interlocked left hand, or rather his left wrist. The neatly designed watch reflected the light. At first glance, it looked ordinary, but the unique hands and the mark engraved on the side were a brand Wooyeon knew well.
"I thought you knew right away, but you didn't feel it?"
Wooyeon looked at his watch with his mouth wide open. Wooyeon, who had almost zero sense of money, knew the price of this brand. He could say with certainty that it was definitely not a product that a college student could afford.
“This... isn't this expensive?”
“Um...”
Dohyun stuttered, a little embarrassed. Then he winked and smiled.
"Well, I guess you could call it the price of being a good son."
Their eyes met for a moment. Dohyun, who had brought his face closer almost as a conditioned reflex, kissed him on the cheek.
“Happy birthday.”
It felt good to hear it again. Four years ago, it was the last thing he expected to hear from his teacher. Back then, Dohyun had disappeared before his birthday, but now they would be together even after his birthday.
"Actually, I wanted to give you a ring, but I couldn't because I thought it would be burdensome."
Various answers rose to the tip of his tongue. Thank you, I liked it, or it wouldn't be burdensome at all even if it was a ring.
Wooyeon cursed himself for his lack of words, but Dohyun curled his eyes prettily.
“It's a couple's watch.”
Only then did Wooyeon burrow into Dohyun's arms and express his emotions. Just one confession was enough, rather than ten greetings.
"...I like you, hyung."
"...."
"I like you so much."
He could smell the pleasant pheromones. It was a dry and fresh pheromone that he didn't know who it belonged to. Dohyun let out a ticklish laugh and hugged him as if to crush Wooyeon.
They stayed in bed for about an hour after that. They didn't share any sloppy behavior like at dawn, but had a tangled, nutritious conversation. The topic was, 'How to make Seonsaeng-nim's birthday special.'
“Is it so strange to you that my birthday is on Christmas Eve?”
“It is, and I don't think I'll ever forget it.”
Wooyeon picked out Dohyun's birthday present half a year early. He's tall, so a coat would be nice, and a knitted scarf would look good on him. Since he got a couple watch, it seemed like it would be good to buy other things as a couple.
“Yeon-ah.”
Dohyun placed Wooyeon on top of his body and met his gaze. Wooyeon, who had been lying down like a puppy, lifted his eyes slightly.
“I'm just asking...”
Wooyeon didn't know what made him pause like this. It seemed like something similar happened last night. What was it? Dohyun asked him to go to his house together.
“Do you want to live with me?”
“...What?”
Wooyeon was wide-eyed and stunned. Unlike the suggestion to sleep over for the night, this was the kind of question he couldn't answer right away. Dohyun gently stroked Wooyeon's head as if telling him not to think too deeply.
“I've felt this since we started tutoring, but I think it would be too lonely for you to be alone in that house.”
His head went completely blank, the chaos of the past few days settling like a calm lake. Dohyun's eyes were as serious as ever as he spoke.
“I don't expect you to answer right away. You'll need the President's permission, and it'll be inconvenient. I also realize that this apartment is still dangerous because of the reporters.”
“....”
"Still, Yeon-ah. I want you to have a place to run to when things get tough."
It was such affectionate words that it almost made him cry. The voice was calm, but Wooyeon, who heard those words, wasn't like that. The scenery that would greet him if he went home right away, and the days that would repeat again. Because all of those things were so complicatedly tangled.
Honestly, he'd be lying if he said he didn't. If he had a place to escape from his prison-like home, his days would be easier than they are now. He wouldn't feel that suffocating lonlieness again.
“I...”
Wooyeon opened his mouth, frustratingly slow. Unlike when Dohyun told him to go to sleep yesterday, he couldn’t speak even after thinking for a long time. His throat felt stuffy as if someone had choked him.
“That's...”
Suddenly, something began to vibrate. It wasn't a message, but a phone call.
“...I think I have a call.”
Wooyeon sat up as if trying to change the subject. Instead of holding onto Wooyeon, Dohyun reached out and grabbed the phone on the nightstand. The call was Wooyeon’s phone.
“....”
As soon as he checked the screen, Wooyeon's face contorted. It wasn't a frown, but a pained expression. He stared at his phone for a moment, then sighed.
“...I think I should go.”
Secretary Yoon. Those two words clogged his throat. Reality came rushing back like a bucket of cold water.
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Chapter 97
To Wooyeon, a birthday was nothing more or less than the day he was born. Around this time of year, the rainy season was always at its peak, and whenever it rained, his mood would go downhill. That’s why when he was young, he would always wish that this day would never come.
But on his twentieth birthday, he realized for the first time that he was glad he was born.
The anniversary where people he liked congratulated him was a more valuable experience than he had imagined. Wooyeon was intoxicated with happiness the whole time, and as soon as he entered the house, Dohyun hugged him tightly.
“What's wrong, huh?”
Dohyun asked in a soft, soothing voice. When Wooyeon rubbed his cheek, he took off his shoes and picked him up like a child. Normally, Wooyeon would have struggled, but today he leaned against Dohyun.
“How old is Wooyeon?”
“...Put me down.”
“I’m just kidding.”
There was a hint of laughter in his voice. Dohyun walked to the living room, carrying him without showing any signs of struggle. After returning to his apartment after a long time, he felt the dry pheromones.
“It's late, you should get cleaned up and go to bed.”
He shook his head repeatedly. It wasn't that he didn't want to wash, it was that he didn't want to separate. Instead, Wooyeon, who was pressed against him, spoke as if urging him.
“Let's wash together.”
He doesn't know when he got undressed.
When he came to his senses, he was kissing Dohyun in a steamy bathroom. The shower was pouring down with water, and the thick pheromones were now saturating the air.
“Huu, nng...”
Wooyeon wrapped his arms around Dohyun's back and groaned. His hands kept slipping, but the tongue in his mouth was relentless.
Whether it was water or saliva, every time their lips overlapped, they made a sticky, squelching sound.
Hot, wet, and breathless, his head was spinning. Even the breath that came out of their lips that had briefly separated was filled with a heat that seemed to burn.
“Yeon-ah, look at me.”
Dohyun wrapped his hands around his face and kissed the underside of his cheek. Wooyeon's eyelids fluttered with every touch of his lips. Through his blurred vision, he could see Dohyun's gaze flickering with need.
“I'm hot...”
“Hot?”
He's in the bathroom, obviously to clean up, but he's not showering, just rubbing his lips. If he was going to do this, why did he hold back last night? Wooyeon gasped and rested his forehead on Dohyun's shoulder.
“I'm standing here...and you're just going to walk out?”
With that, Dohyun gently squeezed Wooyeon's penis. At the mere touch, Wooyeon's shoulders shook. He had already been erect for a long time, so it seemed that even the slightest stimulation would make him come.
“Mmm, hmm...”
A large hand slid down and stroked his shaft. His whole body was soaked in water, so it felt different from when he touched him before. It was more provocative, and even a little scary.
"Should I do it with my mouth?"
It was a temptation, like a devil's whisper. Dohyun smiled sweetly, but Wooyeon swallowed dryly and shook his head. It was a clear sign of refusal, but he knelt down in front of him nonetheless.
“Wait...ah!”
Sticking out his tongue, Dohyun lightly flicked the round head. Wooyeon quickly grabbed him by the hair and twisted his body. Before he could push him away, the hot penis was swallowed whole. The shaft pushed in, reaching deep into Dohyun's mouth.
“...!”
It was a sensitive area even when touched by hand, but when it was rubbed against the delicate mucous membrane, the sensation was indescribable. His thighs trembled, and his whole body threw itself into climax as if he was crying.
“...Huh...”
Before he could move even a few times, Wooyeon closed his eyes tightly and ejaculated into Dohyun's mouth. Dohyun didn't look up and drank everything. Wooyeon, who was twitching, shuddered and weakly collapsed.
“Huu...”
Dohyun gulped and swallowed the rest of his cum as he watched Wooyeon sag. He didn’t seem to care at all about Wooyeon’s resentful gaze. His eyes that were gently curled were quite sly.
“I said no...”
“If it was good, then it's fine."
Wooyeon grabbed Dohyun's arm and jerked him upright. He felt his strength slipping, but he held onto him tightly. Cradled against his broad chest, Wooyeon let out a breathy voice.
“...I want to do it too.”
He said it half in anger. Naturally, Dohyun smirked and stroked Wooyeon's back.
“Why would you do something like that on your birthday?”
That kind of thing. Who has ever tried 'that' before?
Wooyeon blinked in a daze. The remnants of pleasure hadn't worn off yet, so his pheromones were still pulsing out intermittently. His thoughts were scattered, but his hand moved of its own accord.
Slowly, it descended and grasped the stiffly erect penis. It was not Wooyeon's, it belonged to the man who had embraced him. Dohyun moaned softly as the hand stroked down the shaft.
“Ugh...”
Wooyeon rested his forehead between Dohyun's neck and shoulder and rubbed his thumb over his glans, not forgetting to run his fingers over it just as Dohyun had done for him. The way he responded to each touch was more exhilarating than he'd imagined.
“I’ll do it with my mouth.”
“....”
Conflict flashed in his dark eyes. Dohyun didn't say anything, but Wooyeon knew he was thinking about it, so he moved his hand further, and before he knew it, he flipped Wooyeon over.
“Later.”
His lips touched Wooyeon's ear. Then the lobe of his ear, then down to his jaw and the nape of his neck. After kissing each in turn, Dohyun wrapped his right arm around Wooyeon's waist.
“Not now.”
Dohyun didn't say anything further than that. He just rubbed Wooyeon's stomach and moved his hand up to his protruding nipple.
“Hmph...”
A thick penis rubbed between his buttocks. The long sweep of his penis, from his tailbone to below, touched the underside near his entrance. Dohyun pinched his nipple and gave him a gentle order.
“Put your hands on the wall.”
“...Ugh.”
“Put your legs together.”
Wooyeon placed both hands on the wall and closed his thighs as Dohyun said. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he couldn't remember a bad time when he'd listened to him during sex. When Wooyeon obediently took the position, Dohyun kissed his nape a couple of times as if praising him.
“Don't spread your legs.”
“Ugh, Nng…”
Dohyun slid his hand down from around his waist and stroked his once-ejaculating penis. The soft object raised its head in an instant, even though he hadn’t touched it much. After caressing the shaft and the testicles beneath it, he slid his penis between Wooyeon's thighs.
“...What are you going to do?”
Dohyun rubbed his nose against Wooyeon’s nape at his innocent question. The droplets of water that had formed in his hair dripped down his shoulder. With his free hand, Dohyun grabbed Woohyun's chin and kissed him at an angle.
“Quickly...”
“In a hurry...”
The penis stuck between his thighs slowly withdrew. It was just a leg, but his lower back felt tingly. Dohyun, who had raised his waist again, let out a tight voice.
“I have to do it this way.”
“Ah...!”
The penis that pushed in steadily rubbed under his testicles. Wooyeon, who instinctively jerked his waist, leaned his forehead against the hand that was resting on the wall. It felt strange, even though he hadn't inserted himself.
“Ugh...”
Slowly, very slowly, Dohyun increased his pace. He ran his hands all over his body, savoring the softness of his skin. When he couldn't stand it anymore and spread his legs, Dohyun whispered in his ear.
“Yeon-ah, legs.”
“Hng, hmm...”
The slick glans brushed against his penis. It scraped against his flesh on the way out, and slid past his wet entrance on the way back in. The touch in front felt wonderful, but the sensation of being touched in the back was unbearably tantalizing.
“Ugh, huh… Hyung…”
Wooyeon barely turned his head to look at Dohyun. The exquisite meeting of eyes felt like a tingling sensation. Wooyeon, who was trembling and leaning his lower body back, pleaded in a tearful voice.
“I want to put it in, huh…”
Dohyun stopped moving. The pheromones that had been oozing out of him also disappeared in an instant. Wooyeon grabbed Dohyun’s wrist with the hand that had been leaning against the wall and lowered the corners of his eyes.
“Please put it in...”
There was no need to add anything. As soon as he said those words, Dohyun’s pupils turned dark. Ha, he let out a breath and bit Wooyeon’s earlobe.
“...Let's go to bed.”
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